tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381382523942003046.post6037611336898343399..comments2023-12-27T23:17:14.044-05:00Comments on Broadturn Farm: Turkey 101Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01279643684273986628noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381382523942003046.post-5911255888008625312011-10-24T08:37:00.815-04:002011-10-24T08:37:00.815-04:00Wow. Thank you.Wow. Thank you.Kimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03800550723413693802noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381382523942003046.post-20516765239188758802011-10-21T08:36:34.042-04:002011-10-21T08:36:34.042-04:00I am a fellow boarding school brat, as a kid I wen...I am a fellow boarding school brat, as a kid I went to a farm school in upstate NY. Each fall one of the first school events was the Chicken Harvest, or Chicken Plucking Day as we called it. The kids participated and quickly understood the circle of life and where our food comes from. That combined with growing food and composting waste from the farm and school provided a unique experience that most kids don't get. <br /><br />I never liked Chicken Plucking Day, but had more respect for the food we were eating.mixhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03307754054177254436noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381382523942003046.post-81248664679320577992011-10-19T16:53:10.685-04:002011-10-19T16:53:10.685-04:00My brother was there, and I know our family will a...My brother was there, and I know our family will appreciate Thanksgiving dinner more because of the work he did to bring it to the table. Thanks for making this happen (and thanks to my brother John for participating)!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381382523942003046.post-67682605722675067442011-10-19T06:50:44.291-04:002011-10-19T06:50:44.291-04:00Thank you for sharing these, it bothers me that se...Thank you for sharing these, it bothers me that seeing these photos bothers me and it bothers me that this practice isn't the norm anymore. I would much rather be eating meat that was raised and processed the way you did your birds, the way my grandparents raised their meat, instead of factory farmed meat where the animals live in horrid conditions and die a cruel death...seeing these photos and the process is makes it a bit more real and hopefully, if others share their experiences like you have, eventually the squemish-ness will go away and only complete respect for the animals will remain...Ericahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08072929330779740212noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381382523942003046.post-3328682696521563572011-10-18T21:54:31.436-04:002011-10-18T21:54:31.436-04:00looking carefully through your photos is so soberi...looking carefully through your photos is so sobering. Those funny, lively, feathery critters at the beginning to - as you described - the animal we associate with our roasting tin. Clearly I'm miles to far away (the south of Australia) to ever make it to one of your processing workshops, but your hard work and the skills your share have inspired me to look around my corner of the world to find a similar farm where folks can practise these ancient techniques and make that next step to becoming more self sufficient - and more aware of and grateful to the animals we want to eat. It is a big responsibility and one that I think the majority of us have become completely divorced from - and it always amazes me what cruelty we tolerate when we we are blinded and ignorant (i.e., only seeing our meat as those tidily packaged parcels in the supermarket as opposed to the outcome of hideous factory farming). thank you!Lily Boothttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18385219883166874326noreply@blogger.com